Cougar Cocktales

by N'Tyse

  Shawn raised an eyebrow immediately, and I could tell from his facial expression that he wasn’t sure how to answer that request.

  “Is there a problem, Shawn?” Calvin asked again. He rubbed his chin for a moment, studying Shawn’s body language. “I will make sure I take care of you on the back end if you take care of things now.”

  I already knew what my dearest hubby was planning. He was testing him. I should have known there was a reason he had picked Shawn, and it wasn’t only for business purposes. If he passed this test, there was no telling where the limit would be to his potential, both inside the boardroom…and inside a bedroom of my choosing, among other places.

  I tried to wipe the grin off my face before anyone would notice, but Isabella felt me already, playfully tapping and caressing my thigh. I turned to her to find out why she needed my attention so badly. It wasn’t like we weren’t together last week for some afternoon “merger” discussions.

  She mouthed “checkmate” and winked at me.

  Yeah, this was nothing more than a chess game.

  It was only a matter of time before Shawn would become a pawn, willing to sacrifice for his Queen.

  Shawn seemed to shake out of whatever thoughts were in his mind, then glanced in my direction first before turning his attention to my husband. “Mr. Berkeley, I would consider it an honor to escort your wife home, sir.”

  “That’s a good man.” Calvin extended his hand to shake with Shawn’s. “Now, if you will excuse me, I have a speech to present.”

  • • •

  “Rick, take the scenic route home, please?”

  “Yes, Mrs. Berkeley.”

  I settled into the plush leather seating as the Escalade limo pulled away from the building feeling tipsy…and horny.

  I’d usually left events in the same manner, only to ride home in the limousine alone, with only my driver, Rick, for conversation to try to take my mind off of my wanton state. One time last year after a benefit event, I was so far gone that I masturbated the entire ride home. I didn’t care that he enjoyed the show, either. If I was really bold that night and he could have kept his mouth shut, I would have fucked him in the limo the moment we got to the estate. I even gave him a two-hundred-dollar tip to shut him up, with the unspoken request that he not say a word about what he saw or he wouldn’t drive for the firm again.

  The second time I showed off for Rick was after a theater event a few months later. He never batted an eyelash, and he kept cool and never let anyone know what I was doing, even though this time around, we rode in an executive Town Car. He got an up-close and personal view that night, and I even invited him during stoplights to finger-fuck my pussy and taste my juices on his fingers. I almost fucked him once, but fate intervened when Isabella rode home one night, and I wasn’t feeling the threesome action that particular night.

  Needless to say, he became my regular driver from then on, almost a pseudo-boyfriend of sorts…almost. Wherever I went, he made sure he drove me. My guess was he wanted to finally get lucky and fuck me, too. The problem with that plan of his was the fact that he really never opened his mouth to say if he wanted to or not. I mean, if I wanted it, I’d make sure I asked for it.

  That’s probably why he didn’t say much when I got in the SUV with Shawn. Rick knew me well enough over the past year and a half to understand what was about to happen, but I think he was taken aback by the extra passenger in the car. I think he was hoping to have our usual interlude, especially when it had been a few months since the last one. He was even more perturbed when I asked him to roll up the partition to give Shawn and me some privacy, but I didn’t care. Tonight, as with any other night that he drove me, it was all about me and what I wanted.

  And tonight, I wanted Shawn…and I was going to have him, without an audience.

  With all the room in this limo—it was an eighteen-passenger SUV—he could easily put me in as many positions as humanly possible before we ever got home so he could put me in even more positions within the confines of my abode.

  I noticed Shawn enjoying the surroundings of the interior. It was not hard to figure out that he had not been in a limo probably since his high school prom. His body language gave me the impression that he seemed a bit overwhelmed, but it was difficult to tell because his demeanor reflected someone who was comfortable in the boardroom and on the street.

  There was only one way to find out for sure.

  “Did you enjoy yourself?” I turned toward him, showing off my chest. I watched his eyes subconsciously move to appreciate their fullness. A slick smile spread across my face while he focused on them, imagining his wheels turning as he tried to figure out what I was up to. He finally shook out of the trance he seemed to be in and met my eyes again. “I was half-expecting to be in a lot of boring conversations or being a gofer or something.”

  I stroked the inside of his thigh, narrowing my eyes to reflect the seductive nature rising inside of me as I remained persistent in eye-fucking him from head to toe. “There’s nothing wrong with being a gofer, Shawn. Sometimes you have to put in some work to get where you want in life, and you already admitted that you didn’t mind putting in a little…work.”

  I slid closer to him, entranced by the intoxicating mix of the cologne on his skin and the slight hint of cognac on his breath. I inhaled deeply, closing my eyes to imagine what it might feel like to have that scent on my skin. My hands slowly caressed the lining of my top, teasingly tugging at the fabric as my nipples began to engorge and make their presence known.

  “Nicole, are you okay?”

  I was held captive in my own lustful daydream with the leading man in that erotic feature a mere inches away from me. I opened my eyes for a moment, trying to shake the sensual aura that encompassed my body, but it was too late.

  I leaned forward and kissed him, my tongue mixing feverishly with his. He hesitated at first, but he adjusted quickly, moving his hands across my breasts before moving to my legs. I opened them slightly so he could feel the heat rising between them, but he went further and softly groaned between kisses when he realized that I had gone commando for the evening.

  Almost like he’d been shocked by a stun gun, he pulled away from me suddenly, moving away from me to the other side of the limo. He tried to make sense of what happened a moment ago, but his eyes betrayed him. I saw the hunger he wanted to sate, so I adjusted my body, pulling my dress above my hips to show him the object of his ravenous desires.

  I spread my legs wide, resting my right leg against the headrest, grinding and rotating my hips as I studied his facial expressions. He didn’t know if he should do what his body told him to do or if his mind would win out and tell me to cover myself. I reached out to him and grabbed his hand, but he slowly pulled away, wanting to break the connection, but not wanting to break the connection.

  I had him where I wanted him. All he had to do was say yes. I took my fingers and slowly inserted two of them between my folds, spreading them apart to show him what he’d done to me all night. “I know you find me sexy, Shawn. I felt it on you while we danced. If you want it, you can get it.”

  “But your husband—”

  “My husband hasn’t fucked me in a month, Shawn,” I confessed as a few small tears welled up in my eyes. I quickly brushed them away, but I wasn’t ashamed of what I was doing. If anything, the tears were out of frustration; I was so close to getting some dick that it began to show in the tears that threatened to streak down my face. “As far as I’m concerned, my husband did me a favor by having you escort me home. If I had my way, you’d have been fucking me in the limo on the way home now instead of talking about it.”

  I was taking a risk, especially when he wasn’t exactly “in the know” about how my marriage actually worked, but from the way he looked at me, the sexy way he winked at me at the table before taking me out on the floor, the way he held me as we danced, the way he grinded against my ass at times when the tempo picked up, I couldn’t have been reading his signals wrong,
could I?

  “I…Nicole, I don’t want to break up a marriage. Yes, I’m feeling you—my God, I’m feeling you—but I work for your husband. What if he finds out?”

  “You want me, Shawn. I’m giving myself to you, so take it.” I cut him off. I no longer cared about anything anymore except getting my body handled. “You’re not breaking anything since my husband and I are unlike any couple you’ve ever met; I promise you that. If you don’t want me, I’ll get out of the limo when we get to my home and you can have the driver take you home. If you do want me, and I can see from the bulge in your pants that you do want me, you can have me, even if it’s only for tonight. The choice is yours.”

  The gauntlet had been thrown down.

  I studied his face as we sat in silence for a few moments. I didn’t know what to think, but I didn’t want to sit exposed like this forever, so I began to slide my dress over my hips and cover up so I wouldn’t look so unkempt when I got out of the SUV. To my surprise, Shawn got out of the limo with me and escorted me to the door.

  Walking to the front door was the hardest thing to do. The anticipation nearly overwhelmed me. I didn’t know why I felt so nervous; I really wanted him. His hesitation in answering my question probably had a lot to do with my nerves, but there was nothing I could do about that until he actually said or did something to give me a clue.

  I turned and watched Rick scowling at me, pissed off as he noticed that Shawn was at the front door. Nearly two years as my driver, and he’d never made it that far.

  Whatever! I didn’t read minds. If you wanted to be a part of my D.O.C. Detail, you either asked or you get asked.

  I wasn’t about to worry about his hurt feelings. Drivers were a dime a dozen, even ones that you’d done some sexy shit with. If he acted up again, I’d have to cancel him and get another.

  We finally got in the foyer, and the moment I closed the door, Shawn was on me quickly. His leg spread mine and I worried that I would soak his pant leg if I wasn’t careful. He kissed me like his life depended on the reaction he got from it. I wasn’t about to give him that satisfaction. Not to sound conceited or anything, but I’d never had to work this hard to get a man to capitulate to my desires.

  Despite his hesitation, I got my answer.

  “If you want, the guest bedroom is right around the corner,” I coolly mentioned after we broke from the kiss.

  His incredulous expression silently told me he wouldn’t be denied now that his mind was made up. “I’m not exactly interested in the guest bedroom unless I’m fucking you in the guest bedroom, Nic.”

  “You’re so aggressive, sexy, what happened to worrying about my husband?”

  “The worry went out the door the minute you showed me that pretty pussy.”

  He got me wetter by the second with his growing confidence, and I couldn’t resist his charms because I’d made up my mind hours ago that I would fuck him. At the same time, I didn’t want him to think I was that easy.

  I tried to walk past him to give the impression that he was gonna have to put in the work that he said he had to do to do what was necessary. And he was going to put in work. The way I felt? He might not be able to walk right in the morning because I planned on draining him.

  Shawn stopped me cold. “You’re not getting away that easily, gorgeous. I’m about to handle that…right now.”

  • • •

  Fuck, this was exactly what I needed.

  I tightened my legs around Shawn’s waist as he slowly forced his long, thick shaft deep inside my essence. I was so high from the wine and Appletinis I’d had all night that I didn’t feel him pick me up off the ground and pin me against the wall. He had my legs draped over his shoulders and my ass was cupped in his firm, strong grasp. I couldn’t do anything but hold on and take every inch he had to give me. His sheer strength in holding me in that position while he mercilessly stroked me into oblivion was enough to keep me flowing like Victoria Falls.

  It wasn’t like I was a petite woman or anything. I was a healthy size ten with curves that even a Ferrari couldn’t handle properly, so anytime a man could treat me like a rag doll, it was hard not to notice. And the way he continued to beat my pussy up, there was no way in hell I was about to complain about my being too heavy or him getting tired of holding me.

  His breathing roughened as he kissed me as deeply as he was inside my pussy, his tongue taking control of mine without trepidation. It was all I could do to keep from passing out from the continuous onslaught that seemed endless from him.

  “Fuck, take it, baby!” I screamed, needing this release so desperately. My body hadn’t felt so alive in months, and Shawn continued to drive into me with such a fury, I wondered if he was trying to release some of his own tension. “Don’t stop! It’s so fucking good!”

  Shawn growled in my ear, unable to form a coherent thought. He picked up the pace as I grabbed at his shoulders to keep him inside me. My legs began to shake and it was only a matter of time before my body would turn on me and make me sing in octaves that could shatter glass if I wanted to.

  “Shawn! I’m…fuck…coming! Shit!” I wrapped my arms around his neck and screamed out, hearing my pleas bouncing off the walls in the foyer and fall on the deaf ears of my newest potential stallion. If the neighbors lived closer together, they would definitely know his name by now, the way I shouted it.

  “Nic…shiiiiiit!” he yelled as he pulled out of me, nearly collapsing with me in his arms. He let me down from my spot on the wall and grabbed for the opposite wall to steady his balance. I watched his manhood pulsing, calling for me in its own language to put it out of its orgasmic misery and grant its release.

  I didn’t have to be asked twice.

  I dropped to my knees, pulling the condom off his dick, jacking him off and sucking the head, silently urging him to explode. “Come on, baby, give it to me. Get it off!”

  “NIC!!!!!!!!!” he growled as my hands and tongue brought him over the edge.

  “AHHHHHHHHHHH SHIT!!!!”

  I took him in my mouth and felt the familiar salty cream slide down my throat. I felt his trembling hand grab at my shoulder to keep his balance, but it was futile as he slowly slid down the wall, collapsing into a heap on the floor.

  I kissed him softly, caressing his face for a few moments as he tried to shake out of his impending exhaustion. He looked into my eyes and smiled sleepily, struggling to get to his feet.

  “I guess it is a good thing I was given the day off tomorrow.” Shawn chuckled as we headed up the stairs to the bedrooms. “I might need some time to recover.”

  • • •

  “So, how was he?”

  I looked at Rick the next morning like he had lost his mind. He had the nerve to look pissed off that Shawn was allowed to spend the night. He was completely closed up, a slight scowl on his face, and the normal flirting that we did before I got in the limo was reduced to nothing more than curt phrases. I realized he had gotten comfortable with our “relationship,” but if he thought he could pull rank or something, he had another thing coming.

  He even had the nerve to try and flex in front of Shawn like he had clout or something.

  “How was who?” I asked in mock anger. “If you mean the gentleman that my husband asked to escort me home, he was fine sleeping in the other bedroom.”

  “Bedroom, right.” There was no turning back in that moment. He seethed as he looked in Shawn’s direction, giving the idea that he wanted to challenge him.

  “Is there a problem, Rick?”

  “No problem at all, Mrs. Berkeley.”

  “Good, now if you would be so kind as to take Shawn home, I would appreciate it.”

  “Yes, I’ll make sure he gets home,” he mumbled under his breath.

  As I watched Shawn pull off in the executive car, I had to wonder what in the hell had gotten into Rick to be checking me like I’d made some sort of twisted vow to him. Hell, I wasn’t wavering in my commitment to my legal husband, so I wasn’t about to lose s
leep over a man losing his mind over some pussy that he’s only tasted off his fingers from time to time. I was damn near gonna give him a piece just to see if he could handle it, but I saw that he didn’t take too kindly to competition for my attention.

  Jealousy did not work in my world, and it certainly did not work to be a part of my detail.

  That was okay with me, though; I was getting a little bored with him anyway. The conversation wasn’t stimulating me anymore. I made a mental note in my head to try a different driver for a benefit a couple of nights from now. I guess it was my own fault, though. I shouldn’t have let Rick get attached like that, but he was willing to keep things between us, so in a sense I got comfortable with him just as easily.

  I walked back inside the house and made my way to the shower to wash the sin off my body. Not that I really wanted to, of course, but I wanted to feel cleansed before my mid-morning nap.

  From the moment the water hit my skin, my mind instantly shifted back to Shawn and last night. I imagined the water was his hands caressing every part of my body, making me feel lustful, sexy, willing to do whatever he wanted to do. I was so tempted to take the attachment and turn on the stronger jets to get myself off, but I wanted to handle that once I lay on the bed to moisturize my skin. Besides, it wasn’t like the shower didn’t get its share of fun, either.

  After we headed upstairs, I suggested that he take a shower before heading to bed, and I would do the same. After all, we did put in some serious work downstairs and sweated out the clothes we wore. It was such a spontaneous moment and such a turn-on that I felt like I needed to get myself off again.

  I disrobed while the water warmed up in the shower, and before I opened the door, Shawn popped up out of the blue, buck naked and hard as a rock all over again.